Kepic
Your friendly neighbourhood Alien Abductor
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The moon was bright and full in the night sky, and the stars were like diamonds on black velvet. The only sound was the chirping of crickets in the palace gardens, as I made my way silently across the lawn, slipping from shadow to shadow, cursing the fact the night sky was so clear.
The kingdom of Tuatha was in some turmoil, after the death of the king but a week past, who had been murdered in his sleep by unknown parties. It had been blamed on everyone from agents of the Sultan of Nieth, to bitter nobles who wished the throne for themselves - of which there were more than a few. The king was, for his age, remarkably resilient, though his wits had been fast failing the past few years. There were rumours of brewing war with Nieth, with the ambassadors of the Sultan had been banished from Tuatha.
Perhaps I should rephrase the statement about unknown parties. For, they were unknown except to me and my patron, for it was by my hands a silken cord had wound its way about the royal neck, choking the life from the old king. He had left no male heir, and his one daughter was to be crowned Queen, the cornonation to take place on the coming morning.
The royal palace guard had been doubled, on order of her soon-to-be Majesty, but the patrol routes of the armoured, noisy guardsmen were easily avoided. Now, casting a padded grapple over a balcony above, I climbed rapidly up to the chamber where my rendeavous tonight was to take place, pulling the black silk rope up behind me, before stepping up to the gold-trimmed, royal purple curtains. Taking a final look about to make sure I was not being observed, I slipped within into the bedchamber beyond.
I knelt and bowed my head before my waiting patron, brandishing a black rose as I did so.
"Your Majesty" I said, softly, "I am forever your humble servant."
I smiled inwardly. How it would pain the royal court to discover that the kings treasured daughter, the innocent and beautiful Princess, was versed in the dark arts of sorcery. She, as I, was a follower of Mau'tith, the Daemon Queen, who had been banished from the mortal world three centuries past by the actions of the pious Knights of the Heart - a knighthood which was pledged to defend the Royal bloodline with their lives - and souls - if need be. A delightful irony indeed.
"Not your Majesty, just yet" she replied, her gentle, sweet voice holding a promise of laughter, a stark contrast to her yet still hidden dark nature. "Is it done?"
"Yes, the documents have been placed, and the royal guard have been tipped off by an annoymous source. The Duke will be painted a traitor to the crown and a secret supporter of the Sultan. Even the Dukes son will have no choice but to act on such blatant evidence."
The kingdom of Tuatha was in some turmoil, after the death of the king but a week past, who had been murdered in his sleep by unknown parties. It had been blamed on everyone from agents of the Sultan of Nieth, to bitter nobles who wished the throne for themselves - of which there were more than a few. The king was, for his age, remarkably resilient, though his wits had been fast failing the past few years. There were rumours of brewing war with Nieth, with the ambassadors of the Sultan had been banished from Tuatha.
Perhaps I should rephrase the statement about unknown parties. For, they were unknown except to me and my patron, for it was by my hands a silken cord had wound its way about the royal neck, choking the life from the old king. He had left no male heir, and his one daughter was to be crowned Queen, the cornonation to take place on the coming morning.
The royal palace guard had been doubled, on order of her soon-to-be Majesty, but the patrol routes of the armoured, noisy guardsmen were easily avoided. Now, casting a padded grapple over a balcony above, I climbed rapidly up to the chamber where my rendeavous tonight was to take place, pulling the black silk rope up behind me, before stepping up to the gold-trimmed, royal purple curtains. Taking a final look about to make sure I was not being observed, I slipped within into the bedchamber beyond.
I knelt and bowed my head before my waiting patron, brandishing a black rose as I did so.
"Your Majesty" I said, softly, "I am forever your humble servant."
I smiled inwardly. How it would pain the royal court to discover that the kings treasured daughter, the innocent and beautiful Princess, was versed in the dark arts of sorcery. She, as I, was a follower of Mau'tith, the Daemon Queen, who had been banished from the mortal world three centuries past by the actions of the pious Knights of the Heart - a knighthood which was pledged to defend the Royal bloodline with their lives - and souls - if need be. A delightful irony indeed.
"Not your Majesty, just yet" she replied, her gentle, sweet voice holding a promise of laughter, a stark contrast to her yet still hidden dark nature. "Is it done?"
"Yes, the documents have been placed, and the royal guard have been tipped off by an annoymous source. The Duke will be painted a traitor to the crown and a secret supporter of the Sultan. Even the Dukes son will have no choice but to act on such blatant evidence."
